Old dog Tray
Stephen Collins Foster
1.
The morn of life is past,
And evening comes at last;
It brings me a dream of a once
happy day,
Of merry forms I've seen
upon the village green,
Sporting with my old dog Tray.
CHORUS:
Old dog Tray's ever faithful,
Grief cannot drive him away.
He's gentle, he is kind;
I'll never, never find
A better friend than old dog Tray.
2.
The forms I call'd my own
Have vanished one by one,
The lov'd ones,
the dear ones have all passed away,
Their happy smiles have flown,
Their gentle voices gone;
I've nothing left but old dog Tray.
(CHORUS)
3.
When thoughts recall the past,
His eyes are on me cast;
I know that he feels what
my breaking heart would say;
Although he cannot speak,
I'll vainly, vainly seek
A better friend than old dog Tray.
(CHORUS)
